A Wish to Grab Happiness

High Commander.

Keil-Bazarov, now known as that in the Volvato morning, lowered his back to the luxurious room that the royal family would have originally used.

Meetings with the Mastigious army have not led to the capture of the Mastigious, so much so that we can drive them back. Even though it was the biggest opportunity. To the boulders, their strength was certain. Until one soldier, it is not an insult.

I had to rethink my thoughts again. Think about it, at least your fingers have to let them catch up. The chair accompanies the odd softness, enveloping Keel's body and troubles.

To be honest, it was not as if it were calming, but nevertheless the obsessive notion of having to be here prevailed. Decorate what you wear, and behave supinely, because of the emotions that creep up from the bottom of you.

At any rate, Keel knows that this status is just what he took away from people by looking at their gaps. Then if you show a gap even for a moment, someone else must come to take this position.

That could have been the old sorcerers, or someone who was no longer a sorcerer.

Whoever is in his position is good for the devil. Keel thinks as he pulls his slightly curved ear.

What the devil wants is someone who will be the ruler over man. I just want a person who understands the demon's intentions and moves according to the demon's thoughts.

There Keel entered successfully, using the power of the demon to take power. But there are many others to replace. That's why we can't show a gap.

Keel stared at the painting decorated on the wall after making sure there was no sound in the dark private room.

It is one human being who is depicted there. Tough, not necessarily, but a man with a nice smile.

Many of his personal belongings have already been disposed of, and this is the one thing that shows that he is alive.

Keel narrows his eyes to nostalgia and makes his face bow down. Keel muttered to himself as he chilled his fingertips.

"... I wonder why I'm here. I wish you had sat down. Brother, how can you survive all of me?"

Leonid-Bazarov was a proud brother to Keel. He is the first talent found in the Bazarov family who did not benefit from witchcraft and was even able to attend the School of Witchcraft.

Regardless, Keel was compared to his brother Leonid many times, but still never imitated him resenting his brother.

My brother had always adored Keel, and Keel admired his brother.

I'm sure I'll end up mediocre. It'll end without being anything, but my brother isn't. My brother must reach a world he can't even imagine. Blurry from an early age, Keel assumed so.

As if to answer that expectation, Leonid continued to move forward and was allowed to be the only member of the Bazarov family to be named on the roster.

The pride of the Bazarov family, not just Keel. That's just my brother with no exaggeration.

- But he's really dead. For the first time then, Keel realized that the battlefield was not as beautiful as the bard said.

But if I were to say it, I'd still say it was good.

Death as a magician. War death of honor. I can tell you that. Even with grief, you get temporary comfort.

Maybe Keel and his parents could have lived normally even after that consolation. Maybe we got the light to welcome tomorrow.

But the only insult given to the dead Leonid was the removal of the roster by enemy escape.

Keel was convinced that was the stigma it was intended to be. My brother was never brave, but put his people down.

I'm not the kind of person who makes a run for it. How many times has my brother taken refuge and wounded me when Keel in the past remembered the danger to him?

In fact, Leonid's escape also had voices to be questioned. Who blamed the enemy for fleeing in the defeat of the war? First, why are there very few witnesses? Isn't the Commander's nobility just trying to hide the lapse?

Numerous suspicions and doubts had erupted, but in the end the removal disposition of Leonid was not covered. Because nobility was low, and there were few magicians who omitted the Bazarov family without merit.

Keel thinks it is because it is such a fragile Bazarov family that he was dressed with the stigma of fleeing in front of his enemies, etc.

From then on, it was terrible. Originally his sick father began to drink as he did every day, giving up his life as he wished, and his mother followed it again. In no time, Keel became a lord while being the second son.

I still think Keel. If my brother hadn't died that day. If it was a battle death of honor, as dead. I wonder what happened to me and my parents.

He closed his lid for a moment, and that's how Keel stirred up his sentiments with a bitter smile. It didn't matter, and it couldn't be helped.

Go to the painting and tell Keel to report it. When I removed my glasses, the painting humans and keel were very similar.

"Brother, look at me. I'll give it a shot. Even if I die tomorrow, I will surely fulfill your brother's thoughts."

With biting words, Keel still lays down his face. I really couldn't keep staring at my brother in the painting.

Instead, Keel grips his fist hard. That's how I hardened my resolve.

Army that took my brother. aristocrats. Mages together. None of this is necessary for this nation. I don't need anything in this country. Cancer is enough. Everything is no longer rotten.

When it comes to saving this country, after you've taken everything away. We just have to rebuild the state again. Because Volvato is no longer worth anything.

For the first time under ashes this country will be saved.

Keel weaves his luxurious coat and again leaves the private room to rattle his feet. The next thing I needed to do was already decide.

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The little bird snarls and makes a strange noise. That's not a normal bird chirping or anything, but an ancient word.

Out of the dead and snowy trees, the bird stared not at the man. I try to lean my neck from time to time, or next time I honk my mouth like I'm in a hurry.

"Is that... is that the modern Altier?

Birds - The red copper dragon shadow Raptor who has changed to whine to himself to present even doubts. It was to the point of whining in his mouth out of vigilance, but he had clearly pronounced the ancient language.

What you see with its yellow eyes is a male at the head of a human flock. He carried green clothes.

If Shadrapt snorts, he does smell like a nostalgic altier from him. There is no doubt that he is of any consequence to Altia.

No, that's not all. If you feel it well, there is a slight but giant king Flimslat atmosphere, as well as the leftover incense of the spiritual god Zebrellis. Honestly, Shadrapt doesn't know much about it either. What is that?

But the impression Shadrapt got when he looked at him is one, except that it's odd.

- Is that male really strong?

I don't know if I said it, but it's horribly fragile when compared to Altier I once saw. Not very much, but I don't think I can twist the Great Demon Vrilligant.

What Shadrapt has asked for is protection. I can't tell you how Altier's leftover incense is, but it's weak and it's not a story.

If you are to be sheltered, beneath the strong. Shadrapt lowers his mouth to leak his exhale.

But Shadrapt knows that Altier and I weren't tough from the beginning. Instead, she and I should have even been nearly killed by the Warcraft at first.

Then maybe this male will be strong too. Those who succeed Altier have that kind of habit.

Shadrapt squeaks his mouth in surprise, but spreads his wings. And he put his feet down at the end of the road, where the flock would reach.

Let's see what we can do. Whatever it is, if it's weak, we just have to cut it off early. That's what Shadrapt thinks. He changes his appearance dramatically from bird to bird.

Wings on both arms, bird's hook nails on human legs. The body also turns into human. Naturally, we don't do shadow raptures that make us look like dragons.

I don't want to be chased around by humans because of dragons. They will come to kill themselves by changing the color of their eyes. They come looking for their hearts, their scales, their eyeballs.

Shadrapt thinks what a savage bunch they are when they say it won't be a secret drug or anything.

That's how Shadrapt changed the color of his eyes to gold and the color of his hair to the same. Shadrapt knew him well, and he was the most beautiful person to do so.

- Altia at its peak. Shadrapt doesn't know any more beautiful and strong people.

That human being is a male. Then if you run like this, you must be interested in taking refuge according to your instincts.

Green military uniforms were visible at the end of the street. Shadrapt worries about his natural footsteps, throbbing through the words of this era, which he hasn't spoken in a long time.

Anyway, pretend to be the wind that you've been running away from somewhere. Shadrapt had a little confidence in behaving the weak. Because he has always fled and has always survived hundreds of years in hiding.

It's been a long time since I've had contact with an organism, but I'm just confident I can do it without difficulty. Showing the weakness, Shadrapt said. Bring the voice color to what you once heard of Altier.

"There you are, please help me - ugh!?

The moment I spoke out, I felt the chill covering my whole body. Something runs through Shadrapt's spine in a straight line. Shadrapt doesn't know what they are.

All right, there's only one thing. In my vision, I see the brilliance of purple electricity.

"- Help. Fine, it's me and you. I'm going to make sure you don't have to do it again."

He weaved a green military uniform with wings. Modern Altier looked like he was laughing, but he wasn't laughing. As I said on the horse and I would crush everything, I turned the great sword of purple electricity toward Shadrapt.

Relax, then he says, so you can't contain your emotions. Those around him were opening their eyes to the reaction.

"Speak cheap words like you always do, Altia, with the look of the woman I fell in love with. I'll give you the end of the line instead."

Shadrapt is intuitive. He said he made a mistake. I was even going to cry.